Phone Sex

“Well, if I’m not so innocent you should come over and discipline me.” I purred, inflecting sexily into the phone. I swear I heard him try to swallow. I giggled to myself at the power women have over men.

“Just now, baby, just now. Actually, since tonight is short notice, let’s make Friday night our next date. Gives me time to prepare.”

“Prepare for what, Mr. Man?”

“Well, if I tell you it will spoil the surprise, won’t it?” ‘Surprise’ was said in an even sexier undertone. My yellow thong under my nightshirt was a soppy mess by this point. I don’t think I could restrain the moan any more; it squeezed past my gritted teeth with the ease of a broken dam trying to stop water from seeping out.

He got murderously wicked. “What are you wearing?”

“My nightshirt.” I hedged, deliberately not giving out any more information. “You?”

His low growl of a voice was making me a slave to his every command. My yellow panty was discarded in a hurry. My legs fell back and spread like an opening flower. My index finger slid into my wetness and then started to circle my clit. The next hand immediately started kneading my breast.

“Oh Ian….” my voice trailed off as my pleasure started to build. My voice was ragged, but it was quickly replaced by low moans that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of my clenching sex.

I was following his instructions and rubbing my clit and fucking myself with abandon as he talked. His voice got heavier, deeper; I could tell that he was stroking himself while giving me instructions.

I pulled on them with my free hand, one after the other, imagining Ian’s wet mouth tracing my areolas. I needed to go deeper, so I reached for my trusty Man Mountain and started fucking myself to the sound of Ian’s voice.

“Ohhhhhhh Jazzie!” His voice was moaning right along with me. “I have my thick, hard dick in my hands and I’m fucking you with it right now…”

My hands were thrusting the Man Mountain in and out of my wetness as I moaned louder, “Ian, oh God … oh fuck … Ian… Iannnnnnnn! I cumming!”

I was so glad that I lived alone. The scream of my orgasm shook me to my core. In my euphoria I am sure I heard Ian’s expletive riddled shout as he followed my lead and came violently.

Panting, we tried to each find our respective ways back down to earth.

“I – I – I didn’t see that coming.” I stammered, still trying to find my lost equilibrium.